P.S. Dear future girlfriends, boyfriends, and perhaps spouses of my children: I’m sorry. Yes, it’s all my fault. And if you think you can fix them—ha. Good luck with that. You’ve just got to love them as they are, you know.

P.P.S. “What the hell is this? I heard you were this profound, sagacious, over-flowing with widsom mama. I mean, last Tuesday’s post on the “It Gets Easier” Lie was brilliant! That’s why I’m here!” Um. Sorry. I’m only ever insightful and wise on Tuesdays, and then, honestly, not every Tuesday. On Fridays, we laugh, always. Or at least try not to cry. But if you want serious, have you read my almost-viral (she has delusions of grandeur) Tongues Off My Facebook post? If not, you might want to. Cause it rocks. And if you want hard-core attachment parenting ranting, I refer you to Why Isn’t It Natural? a heart-wrenching wail about why no little about parenting seems to come to us :naturally.”

Yes, it all sounds painfully familiar, the normal and abnormal. As for Tuesday’s high, I understand how you feel. We can’t be wise all the time, it would be exhausting. For everyone involved. This was a fun post!

Your children’s craziness makes me laugh really hard and marvel at their genius. It could be A LOT worse than that! And…re: the p.p.s…no need, whatsoever, to apologize for this post!! Finally, p.p.p.s….thank you for the holler. I am beyond honored to have my name and post grace a page of this blog. And what a smart idea to do that at the bottom of a post. I like it. Can I steal it?